Something’s coming. I don’t know what or when, but it’s going to be huge.

2

I flare up because he’s gone too far this time. No one bad-mouths Mr. Goldfish in my presence and gets away with it.

3

“You’re pretty intense, you know that,” Henry says, looking at me looking at him with no doubt the warm eyes of a loving sister. I just about refrain from touching his arm in a gesture of sibling solidarity.